Three Vassar girls in Switzerland . walking again, thecow following him along the edge ofthe crevasse. All day long he wandered,fruitlessly striving to extricate himselffrom his predicament. He managedabout noon, with a sharp stone, to cutsome steps in the ice, and mountednearly to the surface, but fell back andtwisted his ankle, so that he could walkno longer. He was ready for dinnernow, and so was Brown Velvet. She haddrunk a little melted snow water, buthad begun to think regretfully of thepastures and fodder-rack of the turned, and Nikolas heard her bell tinkling off into the dista
Three Vassar girls in Switzerland . walking again, thecow following him along the edge ofthe crevasse. All day long he wandered,fruitlessly striving to extricate himselffrom his predicament. He managedabout noon, with a sharp stone, to cutsome steps in the ice, and mountednearly to the surface, but fell back andtwisted his ankle, so that he could walkno longer. He was ready for dinnernow, and so was Brown Velvet. She haddrunk a little melted snow water, buthad begun to think regretfully of thepastures and fodder-rack of the turned, and Nikolas heard her bell tinkling off into the distance. It seemed to him that he had losthis last friend, and he yodelled loudly. The cow, true to her training,returned, but wandered restlessly about the spot. Nikolas knew thathe could not live through another night in the ravine now that he wasdeprived of the power of keeping himself warm by walking. Hewondered, too, how he was to provide himself with dinner or supper,and regretted his greediness of the morning. He remembered one. A PEASANT OF ZERMATT. 200 THREE VASSAR GIRLS IN SWITZERLAND. of his fathers fabulous hunting stones of how a chamois hunter had fallen into an abyss so deep that it was impossible to find ropes long enough to pull him out; and his true love came every morning and threw provisions down to him, and continued her ministrations until her lover died of old age. His ankle was swelling, and he wrapped it in snow, and then, dragging himself back into the ravine as far from the glacier as possible, tried to dig a little cave for himself in the mountain side, where the stony wall was crumbling, but soon found that this was useless. Some crows sailed over far up in the blue, and he wished hungrily that he had his fathers gun, that he might bring one down for supper. His strength and courage were ebbing fast, and he tried to repeat his little evening prayer, but could only remember the first two lines: O, Jesu mein, ganz bin ich dein Im Leben und im Sterben. It
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